God got the power, man has got his vanity. Man gotta choose before God can set him free.
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp
Madonna, she still has not showed, we see this empty cage now corrode, where her cape of the stage once had flowed, the fiddler he now steps to the road, on the back of the fish truck that loads, while my conscience explodes.
If I lived my life by what others were thinkin', the heart inside me would've died.
I don't really have a retirement plan.
I said, you know they refused Jesus, too. He said, you're not him.